The secretary in charge of daily affairs looked at Feng Jun, his brows twisted into a knot. "Wasn't this a sample? You're charging money... who's paying?"
"Fine," Feng Jun nodded agreeably. "I'll count this one million-plus as my support. But let's make it clear: it's support from me. I'm not short of this little money, but you can't say it's something you deserved... it's a matter of principle. I insist."
"Fine," the secretary said. Seeing that Elder Yu had no objection, he naturally had none either. What was a mere million or so? It was still money.
That very evening, Shen Qingyi came looking for him. "There's news of Luo Yong's whereabouts. He's been in Mud Country recently."
Almost at the same time, in a research institute in Dragon City, a gaunt, bald man in his fifties shouted, "One hundred yuan per gram? How is that possible? Doesn't that mean the production technology for graphene of this quality is already quite mature?"
Outsiders watched the spectacle, while insiders saw the workings beneath it. From the price alone, he could tell that the other party had a considerable supply capacity.
Across from him sat a slightly plump, bearded middle-aged man. "As far as we know, they can provide around ten tons of graphene of the same quality every month. There should be no doubt about that quantity."
"Then what is the point of our research?" The bald man sighed dejectedly, but then his eyes lit up. "Right. We can arrange a technical exchange, or acquire their relevant technology."
The bearded man shook his head. "The technology is tightly sealed off. We can't even determine the production site."
"That makes it highly abnormal." The bald man frowned. "I don't think we should turn a blind eye to such an abnormal situation. It